Ultimately

Invitation

Sometimes I sit in class and think about why the trees are so green. Or why the sky is so blue. Or why I never do my homework. Today is one of those days. I stare out the window of my first period history class as Mr. Chalice lectures about Napoleon Bonaparte and his conquers.

Refreshing.

I glance across the room to my best friend, Trey, who is barely hanging on to consciousness. He has brown hair, hazel eyes, a lean runner's body, and teeth so straight you would think he had braces since toddler-hood.

Trey and I have been neighbors since we were little. We grew up together and have always been there for each other, which is why I call him my best friend, he knows me better than anyone.

A second later he looks over to me and gives the "kill me, please" look. I covered my laugh with a cough as I focused towards the front of the class. "Miss Raze and Mr. Jackson, would you like to enlighten us on what's so funny?", asked Mr. Chalice annoyingly.

"No, sir, my apologies," answered Trey, always the teacher's pet.

He looks over again and shrugs his shoulders before looking back at the board. Yup, teacher's pet.
...

We walk out of class shoulder to shoulder, dragging ourselves to Trey's locker. Mornings are the worst. And the fact that I didn't eat breakfast, not that I ever do, doesn't help the situation at all.

"I'm so hungry," I complained. Scowling at the bottom of his locker.

"I don't know why you do this to yourself. You know my mom makes breakfast everyday and you're basically family, just come over before we leave."

I roll my eyes, "Sometimes it takes a while for the tum tums to wake up."

Trey grabs his thick English book from the top shelf of his locker, putting it into his bag, "Oh yeah? Like first period?"
I give him a menacing look.

He quickly puts his hands up , "Okay, okay! I'm just saying, it would be sad if you lost your thickness, that's all!"
Thickness, where? Thickness is the trend this year, everyone wants the Kim K butt. Well, not me, I don't think I'd do well with needles anywhere near my derrière.

I didn't need a big butt to look attractive; my naturally cocoa skin, shoulder length straight hair, and cheekbones already did that.

I was just about to respond when Mason, loudest kid in school, comes traipsing down the hallway. And right in front of us. "Thing 1 and thing 2! Just the people I wanted to see."

"Hey man, what's going on?," Trey asks as they do their bro handshake.
Mason looks around the hall before he leans in. "Keep this on the DL but I'm having a little hang out at my place tonight. I better see y'all there."

No way, not another one. The last time Mason had a "hang out", the cops were called and half the school got MIP's.
I laughed, "You know there's only a number of parties you can have in one semester."

Mason pursed his lips before responding. "It's not really a party party, it's more of a pre-prom get together. Ya know, to get hyped!"

"Oh is that what it is?"
"Yeah, yeah." He winked, "I'll see you guys tonight!" Before turning around and walking towards his next class.

Trey laughed,"Remember the last time he threw a hang out?"
"Do I?! My parents were pissed! I couldn't leave the house to buy tampons!", I said as I laughed along.